Spellbound Styles Pt. 01

Chapter One

The crisp Fall air hit Nate's face with a harsh reminder of the upcoming winter. He hated winter, but absolutely enjoyed Autumn. It was October 31st and he found himself at the local costume shop, standing in the parking lot looking up at the ghastly sign. In large orange letters, the words "Spellbound Styles" stared down at him. The 'O' and the 'U' were the eyes of a garish cartoon ghost and the E in Styles was a very traditional looking jack-o-lantern. Nate sighed as he walked into the store.

The creak of the automatic sliding doors welcomed him into the refurbished store. Nate remembered when this was a Circuit City in the 90s. Then Borders, PetsMart, Burlington, and now an annual Halloween store. Nate lingered on the welcome mat, looking around when a decrepit plastic skeleton lurched at him from a display on his left. Nate jumped... then looked around to see if anyone had caught his mild case of the willies. Not a soul in sight, which was good. Nate loved Autumn, but he did not enjoy the ridiculous rituals of Halloween and the hoops people jump through to dress up.

"May I help you?" a chipper voice echoed across the expanse of the store.

Nate looked around for the source of the voice and eventually, from behind a display of vaguely offensive Aladdin costumes, a store worker emerged.

She was short, about 28, with pale skin and two sleeves of tattoos that ran down her arms. Her face was chubby and beautiful. Her hair was cut into a very short, a black pixie cut and styled messily but defined and sculpted. She wore black lipstick and eye makeup that highlighted her pearly grin and the whites of her gleeful eyes. She stood about 5 feet and was extremely curvy. She had thick legs and a large chest that protruded over her ample abdomen. Her black t-shirt stretched to contain her plump body and the black shorts and fishnet stockings showed off more tattoos running down her bearish thighs. She was a little too jubilant for Nate's liking.

"May I help you?" she asked again as she approached. Nate smiled halfheartedly.

"Um... yes. I... uh... am looking for a costume for my office Halloween party tonight. I usually don't go to these things, but I am up for a promotion and my boss loves Halloween. I was hoping to make an appearance so she can see me in costume."

Nate was way out of his comfort zone. He was very shy and reserved and had spent his life trying not to be noticed. In his 45 years, he had quietly made a life for himself away from the cacophonous center of everything and found his books, his video games, and his peace, much more important than popularity, friends, or a career. However, with prices going up everywhere, this promotion became a necessity and if it meant dressing as a fool to achieve it, well so be it.

"Oh wow! That's so cool! I bet you're super excited!" the employee said. Her nametag said Sadie, written in Sharpie, with devil horns drawn on the S. "Our inventory is kind of picked over, because Halloween is tonight, but I can show you some things if you'd like."

Nate grumbled at the thought. Not only did he HAVE to wear a costume, he may be limited in his choices. Great.

Sadie began walking to the back of the store. All around Nate were the remains of what people didn't want because they were either outdated or too punny. Rose from Titanic, a ravioli, spilled milk(?), and what can only be described as Winston Churchill on a pogo stick. Sadie stopped amongst a display of vampires, elves, and wizards. She said, "these are really all that is left that can fit someone your size. We always stock a lot of these because they are usually pretty popular. Is there one that stands out?"

Nate looked over the three costumes. The vampire was okay, but in a Count Chocula kind of way and not in the more respectful Bela Lugosi way. It had a long flimsy black cloak, a red ascot, and fangs. Nate knew he'd have to find a white shirt and black pants in his closet, but at least he could perhaps get out of this fairly cheap.

The elf looked ok, it had green tights and a green tunic that resembled leaves in a forest. The headband had little pointy ears attached to it which felt like a Christmas elf. Nate thought that he could work with that one as he could wear his boots with the tights and maybe there were some pointed ear extensions somewhere in the store so he wouldn't have to wear that ridiculous headband.

The wizard costume was completely out of the question. It had a large white beard and a large hat that was embroidered with stars and moons. Nate knew that if he wore that costume, his boss would never see his face, therefore, never would know he was at that god-forsaken party.

Nate contemplated for a long time and chose the elf costume. He asked Sadie, "is there a dressing room? These tights look a little iffy. Would it be okay if I tried them on first?"

Sadie bounded over, and gleefully responded, "yes of course over in the corner!"

Nate grabbed the plastic bag of costume parts and headed to the back corner of the store. There weren't a lot of people in the store, in fact none. They all must have gotten their costumes early, hence the barren racks. Nate entered the small cubicle and closed the curtain with a loud swoosh.

Nate stood in front of the mirror in the changing room. He looked like shit. He had bags under his eyes and his skin was a bit pale. The stress of this promotion was really beginning to weigh on him and he really wasn't excited about going to this party tonight.

Nate was not an overly attractive man. He had what he'd heard called a dad bod. A bit of a gut, but not overly pudgy, his chest was defined, and his arms had some strength in them. As he pulled his shirt off, he looked himself over in the mirror. He always hated his body and he did not look forward to trying on this stupid form-fitting elf costume.

First, he pulled the tunic over his head and to his surprise it was tight enough to flatten out his stomach. It felt tight against his skin, but overall it seemed to fit pretty well. He pulled off his pants and sat on the small stool as he tried to don the tights. He scrunched them up at the feet and began to scooch them up his calves and thighs. They were very tight on his skin and Nate grumbled at the feeling,

As he pulled them higher the fabric began to catch on his boxer briefs. He yanked them up and frowned as his boxers were visible under the fabric of the tights. The tunic came down past his waist, yet did not cover the boxers that extended down to his mid thigh. "Shit," he said. He didn't own any briefs and stood, staring at the ridiculous image of the boxers bunching up under the near translucent green fabric of the tights.

After a beat he resigned to the inevitable. He removed the green tights and then his tight black boxer briefs. His only hope was that the tunic came down far enough to hide any contours of his body. He pulled the tights back up and felt the snug material on his testicles and cock. Nate was confident nothing would be revealed by the tights, because he was what popular culture considered a 'grower,' as opposed to a 'shower.' Sure enough when he looked in the mirror, the tunic traveled low enough that his privates would be covered. He turned to look at the rear and his ass was also well covered by the top.

"How is everything going in there, sir?" Sadie called from outside the booth.

"It's ok, I think," Nate said as he turned again in the mirror.

Sadie bubbly spoke, "I can take a look if you need a second opinion."

Reluctantly and feeling ridiculous, Nate opened the curtain to find Sadie waiting in the empty store.

"Wow, that fits you really well!" Sadie said as she took in the foolish outfit on the clearly upset man.

"You don't think it's too tight?" Nate said as he tugged down on the tunic fabric.

"Not at all, it's supposed to be like that. I think you look great, very dashing. However, there is some bunching by your knees. Do you mind if I straighten it out?

"Fine, anything to help me look less stupid," Nate said.

Sadie knelt down and began working on the bunching fabric, humming as she dutifully worked. Nate looked down and saw a bit of pale skin exposed along Sadie's back between her t-shirt and her black shorts. The short expanse of flesh was intriguing to Nate. As she moved the shirt rode up a bit, showing more of her milky skin. Nate felt drawn to the forbidden look, but quickly looked away.

As Sadie worked, her movements began to slow. Nate no longer felt her hands working the material. However, he did hear a small squeak of Sadie's voice

"Um sir..." she spoke softly.

"Yes?" Nate spoke gruffly.

Sadie was now kneeling lower than before. Nate's gaze tracked down and noticed Sadie's eyes locked onto something. Sadie's mouth was clenched and her eyes looked curious. She spoke very slowly, "Sir... you're... um."

Nate looked down and stared in horror. His thick cock had swollen and grown in size. So much so that it pushed obscenely against the thin fabric of the tights. Nate was not very long, only six inches or so hard, but his thickness was on full display. It was almost as if the tights were invisible as they strained against the fleshy protrusion.

"I am so sorry, oh my God!" Nate exclaimed, quickly covering his genitals with his hands. Sadie giggled and looked up at Nate. "It's okay, don't worry. I barely saw anything," Sadie coyly admitted.

Nate began to shuffle towards the dressing room while covering his crotch, "I'm going to change, I think I'll get the wizard costume."

Nate swooshed the curtain closed and collapsed on the small stool in the cubicle, mortified. He sat, looking down at his crotch. His thick member pushed against the fabric, he peeled the tights down releasing the shaft which bobbed in the open air. Suddenly a swoosh sound drew Nate's attention.

Sadie stood in the doorway of the small room, her five foot frame holding more power now than it did earlier. Nate sat with is cock bobbing involuntarily and Sadie's eyes were immediately drawn to it.

Sadie let out a small groan, almost imperceptible. Nate stared at her, unsure what to do as he was frozen in place. Slowly, Sadie approached. Sadie silently dropped to her knees, mere inches from the now leaking cock. She looked up at Nate with hooded eyes and uttered two words.

"May I?"

By this time, Nate had become enamored by the look in the woman's eyes and just nodded. He felt a calm wash over him. Quickly his apprehension seemed to float away. That was all the permission Sadie needed. With one hand she gripped the thick shaft, her fingers barely encircling it. With a thumb she drew the pooling clear liquid down the shaft and used it to softly lube the still hardening member. Nate groaned at her deft touch, locking eyes with the beautiful woman. In this state of sudden ecstasy, Nate thought he saw two small purple horns growing from Sadie's pale forehead.

"Relax my dear," Sadie's voice explained. Her voice seemed to drop a few octaves and Nate saw her grin expose two sharp fangs growing sharper. Nate registered Sadie's subtle transformation.

All Nate could do was groan in pleasure...